Here's the first chapter of my Rarity story, I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1

Rarity sat her sewing table, working away at her latest design, the summer sun pouring in through open window beside her. It had been five months since Twilight and Spike had been married at the beginning of the year, they had remained in Ponyville for most of that time, though it was not uncommon for Twilight and Spike to be gone for days at a time. The knowledge of the ancient dragon city had been filtered out to those Twilight had trusted most so all her friends knew why she had been gone most of the time. Rarity stuck her tongue in her cheek as she turned the fabric over to better inspect the stitching. As she began counting stitches, she allowed her mind to wander back to her friends and the most recent happenings.

About a month ago Applejack had given birth to a healthy baby girl, whom Wind Chaser had named Aiyana, a name of his tribe. When the others had inquired to its meaning, he had simply stated, Everlasting Blossom, to which everyone had approved of instantly. Rarity still smiled brightly when she thought of the little filly, tottering around, rolling in the grass, and showing all the youthful innocence and joy of a newborn. The birth of the little one had been universally welcomed and everyone had been overjoyed when the doctor announced that both babe and mother were fine, Big Macintosh in particular had grabbed the nearest pony, which had happened to be Pinkie Pie, and pull her into a bone crushing hug and spinning on the spot in joy. Rarity had never Known Pinkie Pie to be so eager to escape a hug before, but as her face had about nearly turned blue from the force of the hug, she could understand.

Rarity shifted the garment again and examined its pattern, smiling at the near perfect dress that she had been sewing. The years had been kind to her, her mane had become longer over the years, still kept in her traditional hairstyle that she wore so often, her coat was sleek and well maintained and her eyes still sparkled with a radiant beauty. She was hands down the most beautiful pony in Ponyville, a fact reinforced by both the number of suitors she had previously had and the number of times she was asked out per week. Both numbers were high by anyones standards and though some would say that her looks would corrupt her to vanity, she still possessed a generous and caring heart and always put others before herself. She added a few trims of lace to the dress before finally putting it on a display figure, smiling at her newest work, a gorgeous single piece ball gown, made from white, pink, and magenta silk, in a lovely patterned design of her own creation. The lace she had added bordered the collar of the dress and the forelegs, it came complete with a pearl necklace that she'd obtained in a trade for the materials.

After Smoothing out a few wrinkles from the dress, she turned back to the sewing table and began cleaning up the fragments of material left over from her project. It didn't take her long to clean the area off, as she was so careful with such valuable fabrics, that when she tossed out the last fabric and surveyed the room, she realized that she didn't have anything else left to do. Rarity sighed and trotted over to the stairs, perhaps some time reading in her room would bring her new inspiration. As she put her hoof on the stair, a knock sounded on the door, which piqued her curiosity, she wasn't expecting any mail that she was aware of. Turning around, she walked over to the door and pulled it open, seeing the mailpony with a smile on his face. "Ponyville Mail service, I have a letter for you Ms. Rarity." He reached into his mail bag and pulled out an official looking letter which he handed to her. She thanked him politely before heading back inside, shutting the door behind her. After settling in a high backed chair by her tea table, she opened the letter and read it.

The letter read,

"Dear Ms. Rarity, we are pleased to inform you the the Canterlot Design and Fashion committee has agreed to review your designs for market and publishing in the Canterlot area. You have been requested to come to Canterlot with three of your designs as a sample of your work. These designs will be judged by a panel of Canterlot's current top designers and upon their approval, your designs will be published in the Canterlot area. You have two weeks time in which to prepare the clothes in question., and bring them to Canterlot for review. We look forward to seeing what you have to show us.

Yours Sincerely,
Canterlot Design and fashion committee"

Rarity squealed in delight as she read and reread the letter several times. She couldn't believe it, she had been chosen by the most prestigious group of designers in Canterlot to display her outfits, it was like a dream come true. She immediately set the letter down on the table and sprinted over to her Sewing table and immediately set to work. If she was going to impress the panel of judges, she'd have to pull out every available trick, pattern, and design that she had ever made. With the thought of fame and recognition in mind, she immediately began her work.

Meanwhile elsewhere in Equestria...

Three ponies walked along in near silence amongst the rolling fields of Equestria. The lead among them strode along in simple, comfortable robes made of soft wool, despite the heat of the summer sun, it didn't seem to bother him or his companions. The hood of his robes was pulled down to reveal a handsome stallion with a solid midnight black coat, his eyes were a deep green, like jade in the light of the evening sun. His mane was tied back in a neat ponytail and his features were lithe and trim, his muscles firm and strong, very little fat was visible on him at all. He was fit, healthy, and as his wide grin exhibited, very cheerful.

His companions stood behind him, the pair of them wore similar attire to his own, but unlike him, both had large saddle bags on their backs, packed to the brim with various goods. The sun hung low in the sky, illuminating the sky with bright orange, red, and gold, a spectacle that the hoodless figure stared at in wonder. "Even this far from home, the setting sun is still just as lovely." The hoodless pony took in a deep breath as the wind blew by him, the other ponies behind him shifting slightly. After another moment or two the pony to the black ponies right stepped forward and asked with a clearly defined accent, "Master Rahimat, shall we set up camp for tonight?"
The pony called Rahimat turned around to his companion and nodded, "Yes, we are at least 4 days out from the town of Ponyville, we should rest while we are able."
The other two ponies nodded and removed their saddlebags, extracting tents from within them. Rahimat smiled and turned back to the sunset. So far from home, and yet eager to look through this foreign land for many wonders and treasures. With another deep breath as another breeze blew past him, he turned back his camp and assisted in its construction.

I know it was short, but I'll explain more in the next chapter. :) stick with me.